Don’t Wanna

It was a funny moment when I decided to quit drinking. There wasn’t any bottoming out and there wasn’t any big tragedy or failing that made me realize I wanted to stop. It was just a feeling of “I’m tired of how this makes me feel and I want off.”

One of the biggest supporters right off the bat though was my older brother, who’s been sober for a decade now. He said he first tried at 17 and didn’t get completely clean until 24. It’s a long weird road, and you’re foolish thinking it all comes down to one day or one moment.

April thankfully was supportive, so what anyone else thinks of it doesn’t really concern me anymore. Before I went to bed that night, I set a text message in my iPhone calendar so I’d read it when I woke up. It said “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to today.”